Divine One
Please, help us set aside our small concerns
Help us see the broken people,
The people who have lapsed into despair,
Who see no reason to hope,
No way to go on
And if it is Your will
Grant us strength to stretch out a hand
In kindness and compassion
Show us, please,
Divine One,
Where we should be in unity
With those most in need
And grant us the tools and wherewithal
To make a difference
It stood on my path
Its maw opened wide
Showing sharp teeth
And I trembled inside
It stood on my path
Blocking my way
I stood still, like a rock
Willing my fear
To calm and to leave
It stood in my path
I, frozen in terror
No prayer could I utter
Back away, said a voice
Slow, slow, don’t you run
It’s protecting its young
And means you no harm
Then I seen the small muzzle
Poking out from beneath her
Comically, quizzically,
Trembling and scared
And I took a step back
My eyes never leaving the face
Of the mother, with hackles
All spiked in the air
One more, then another
My eyes locked with hers
Until, at last, she turned
Calling her cub to her
As she lumbered away
What fear did my presence unlock
For this great, furry creature
in its concern for its young
My heart ceased its racing
I breathed deeply and then
I turned on the path
And went home again
Longing, yearning
Searching, reaching
For What? For whom? And why?
Answers elude
And still the longing
Churning in my gut
Caught in an endless void
Seeking an unknown satisfaction
A taste is given
In morsels so small,
Microscopic, really
Hunger as deep as the ocean,
Unfathomably deep, dark, mystical
Belly aching,
Never satisfied
The hunger like a crocodile,
Ancient and cruel
Its claws scratching til I bleed
Answers like wisps of fog
Elude my grasp
‘Aw’, says the old and wizened One,
‘Give up now; Rest; Let go’,
For the answers are not mine to know
Gentle reprieve
The ocean swells,
Drags me under into the deeps
Where at last I rest
I sleep
One great bruise
Hues of purple and green,
One caused by violence
Of fists against flesh
Others by the brutality
Of words screamed and shouted
At bowed heads
Pain inflicted
Needing healing
That has yet to come
One great bruise
Delivered by uncaring hands
One great bruise, colorless but deep
Delivered by tongues on fire
That care not what pain they inflict
Who bears the shield
That would protect?
Where the arms
With tender embrace
To comfort and to heal?
Come forth!
Come forth!
You’re needed now
Let brutality fall away
And peace reside
I stand alone, but not alone
On this cold November Day
Remembering men and women, who
A century and more ago
Faced the guns and laid down lives
That we may meet again
In freedom and in peace
Across this land we remember you
With sad but grateful hearts
And let us pass on the command
To Remember this day
Lest we Forget
No, never again
The price for freedom
Was paid by those
Who lay in ditches and trenches,
While above the guns roared on and on and on
The guns were silenced
As they must be
In every land on earth
And let us not forget
No, never
That we each bear responsibility
To “let peace begin with me”
And never take for granted
This gift of yours,
You men and women
Who faced the guns
To grant us all the freedom
I stand alone, but not alone
As hearts and minds across this land
Remember you again
Divine One, I beg of you,
Stretch out your healing hand
So much hurt, so much pain
engulfs this world
Divine One, Do you see us?
Do you see the suffering?
So many ill, so many dying
Divine One, please
Stretch our your healing hand
Touch hardened hearts, touch mine, I plead
Grant my legs strength to walk abroad
Over hills and over vales
Divine One, touch my mind,
Help me understand
Bless these hands,
Let them work for you and for all people,
Those I know and love so well
And those I have yet to meet
Divine One, strengthen these arms
To lift the fallen ones
Give sweetness to my lips,
So that the words that fall from my mouth
May bring comfort to help sad hearts sing
Divine One, please
Deliver me and shield me please,
Now, as I go forth to serve and honour
Thee
(Please note: these words were given me as I lay in bed waiting for sleep to come. Do not ascribe these words to me but to the Divine One, who loves and watches over us all.)
Light refracted
Dancing energies
In every hue
Light redirected
In colors bright
Dancing on
Throughout the night
Darkness split
As light pours through
Out of focus
Mixed, untrue
And still, and yet
The dance goes on
Am I one of the ‘unawakened ones’?
Are there barnacles covering my soul,
Like those that encrust the ship hulls at anchor?
Please come awaken me, Divine One
Remove those crusty, bitter bits that cling
Soften any hardness in my heart
So that my soul may sing again
Repair the broken pieces
Heal the cracks and tears
If you will it, it shall be done
This I trust, Divine One
Please, come
Found on Facebook and it made me laugh. It was written by Jan Beaumont, Auckland NZ
Don’t we all needs things to make us laugh these days? Here it is, enjoy:
If you’re a senior, you will love this hilarious Pandemic poem from New Zealand.
“I’m normally a social girlI love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like a red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door
!It didnt really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no bloody flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over IdrisOr some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!
So let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!”
Author – Jan Beaumont, Auckland NZ https://www.facebook.com/janbeamont/
The grandeur of mountains
The secrets of the sea
Raging rivers and quietly moving streams
Lush green meadows
And valleys sweet and low
Aw, good earth, what pleasures you bestow
The stars spread across the universe
The moon that guides the tides
The sun so far above us, warming all below
Winged creatures, and those that walk on land
Whales, and fish and swimming things
Flowers and trees and more
What treasure you have given us
What wonders to be seen
Life is full and plenty, a joy to behold
I am grateful, so very grateful
For all that I can see and hear
For all the beauty of this world
Divine One, I give you thanks
For the abundance you have given
I thank you for each day I’m blessed
To be here; to be living
